Well, here's the FIRST of however many I can squeeze out.
Nate was born on a farm in November 1921, so when he gets to Algiers on a dusky June evening in 1942, it’s a shock. Thick, hot air slips down the neck of his uniform and his hands are clammy as soon as he jumps out of the back of the truck at the base.
They billet him that night, even though it’s late. One of the French soldiers at the base is in charge of housing assignments and hands him a slip of paper with 42 rue Champagne- Les Poulains written on it, pointing vaguely to the left.
Les Poulains are an older couple, silver-haired and thin-lipped, but overwhelming friendly. The wife, Marie, squeezes his shoulders though when she opens the door, and Theodore brings him a glass of water and a thick slice of homemade bread. His room has a single bed covered in soft sheets and knitted quilts and slightly crooked curtains.
They call him Nat’an-yell and smile like he’s their new son. He sleeps perfectly in his borrowed bed that night
( ... )
This AU, good lord, such love... I mean, Brad. Brad speaking French. Brad speaking French to Nate, who is so very smitten, as is only to be expected when having Brad look at him with those eyes and stroking a ladle with those fingers, holy SHIT...!!
And also, that first paragraph? Gorgeous and perfect.
I mean, Brad. Brad speaking French. Brad speaking French to Nate, who is so very smitten, as is only to be expected when having Brad look at him with those eyes and stroking a ladle with those fingers, holy SHIT...!!
Hee. French kink! We have it! And uh, fingers are always nice!
Nate was born on a farm in November 1921, so when he gets to Algiers on a dusky June evening in 1942, it’s a shock. Thick, hot air slips down the neck of his uniform and his hands are clammy as soon as he jumps out of the back of the truck at the base.
They billet him that night, even though it’s late. One of the French soldiers at the base is in charge of housing assignments and hands him a slip of paper with 42 rue Champagne- Les Poulains written on it, pointing vaguely to the left.
Les Poulains are an older couple, silver-haired and thin-lipped, but overwhelming friendly. The wife, Marie, squeezes his shoulders though when she opens the door, and Theodore brings him a glass of water and a thick slice of homemade bread. His room has a single bed covered in soft sheets and knitted quilts and slightly crooked curtains.
They call him Nat’an-yell and smile like he’s their new son. He sleeps perfectly in his borrowed bed that night ( ... )
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And also, that first paragraph? Gorgeous and perfect.
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Hee. French kink! We have it! And uh, fingers are always nice!
that first paragraph? Gorgeous and perfect.
Thank you!
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